Like all females, Virsin's obligation is to marry the man her father chooses, bear children, raise said children well, and then die. She's resolved herself to marrying the war hero, probably scarred and despicable looking, that her father chose for her. She doesn't even meet the man until the wedding day.

The wedding day he's late for.

All her horrible ideals melt away at the beautifully gorgeous man with only one scar on his face stands beside her and says 'I do'. She begins detailed daydreams of their first time, hoping it would be sooner rather than later because the man is gorgeous and kind and has a voice that makes her toes curl and a smile that catches her breath and... and...

That night, she's ready for him. He enters and she's so ready she nearly falls into his lap as he kisses her ankle as he says words. Words she hardly hears, until he's walking out the door and her brain catches up with what her new husband said.

He wants to keep her pristine.

The fuck?

Virsin is determined to change his mind and willing to do anything to gain his love in physical form.

Anything.

Everything.

No matter what nor how long she was going to have Regus' manhood inside her. Have that voice moan her name. Have his body all to herself... all of it...

How many times will Virsin fail until she gains consummation of her otherwise perfect marriage?

A romantic comedy of manners, much like Jane Austen, with a dash of fantasy and modern references.